1. You missed my day of purity, O people,
And the orchestra at our place with lutes,

2. And I on my horse in my finery
With a saddle that glitters like saffron,

3. And people around me brandishing their swords,
Bare, I mean without scabbards,

4. And the decorator came, ah how hard his heart!
With scissors to cut off my pleasure,

5. I bared my teeth at you in my clothes when
I saw him cutting my lutes with the scissors,

6. But I was young, my age no more than
Twenty years, that is and some months.